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  Chapter Seven - Gina

  I could feel Elijah’s hands slipping down to massage my shoulders. I reached up, held his hands tight against mine. I could see he was surprised; it was written all over his face. Slowly, I pulled his hands down towards my breasts until each hand was cupping a breast. I squeezed his mighty strong hands tightly against my mounds. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in so that my chest rose with his hands still cupping my breasts and slowly breathed out. I wanted to take in every moment of this glorious encounter.

  My mind was now racing, flying all the way from the moment I first heard him call my name to the moment he undressed and stood exposed before my eyes. In a flash, I recalled all the pleasures we had shared up until this moment.

  His grip on my breasts tightened. I let out a soft moan. As he towered over my naked body, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.

  I was so turned on at this stage, I felt like something, or someone else had taken control over my body. I didn’t want this feeling to end.

  I reached up, pulled his head down, and locked our mouths together. His tongue darted out a little bit. As my lips opened, he gently pushed his tongue into mine. Our tongues grappled frantically. He sucked on mine like a starving man.

  I swear I could almost feel his blood rushing to his groin, filling his manhood. The thought of turning on Elijah turned me on even more. In an instant, his cock was hard, throbbing, pushing against my belly. I stole a glance, looking down. The sight of his fully erect dick drove me insane.

  My hands slid over, grabbing his throbbing cock. He let out a loud moan amidst kisses, biting my lower lip. His hips moved back and forth, dancing with the movement of my hands as I stroked his cock.

  Damn!

  He was big. Elijah’s fully erect cock would not wholly fit in my palm. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel once it was buried inches deep inside of me. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Would I like it?

  Amidst my thoughts, Elijah pulled back. He took a step back, put his arms on my waist, lifting me up in the air. He held me against the canvas we had been painting. My back was up in the air against the canvas.

  We kissed for what seemed to be a minute before the ropes holding the canvas in place gave in to the pressure exerted by our passionate bodies. The ropes let loose, so did Elijah’s hands. In a blink of an eye, we fell on the floor — Elijah toppling on top of me.

  The flight from the canvas to the floor of the warehouse was so quick and short-lived. Yet, Elijah’s reaction afterward is what turned the whole situation into a laughing affair. The way he seemed to care about my wellbeing after the fall drove my heart to pound. I was beginning to fall in love with this man. I was beginning to fall in love with Elijah Fillmore.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as his hands moved in a quick swipe across my whole body, searching for what could have been a broken body part or a bruise. He showed so much care and affection towards me. I felt cherished, adored. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone other than myself actually gave a fuck about me.

  Without a thought, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulled his head closer to mine, and kissed him passionately.

  “See, I’m alright,” I responded in giggles, still firmly holding his neck, not wanting to let go.

  He kissed my eyes, then my nose, then my mouth. Once more, our tongues toyed with each other’s. I felt his hands move across my hips, firmly squeezing them. I withdrew from his kiss, arching my back so that the only thing he could see in front of him were my breasts, which allowed his hands enough inches of skin to properly trace my ass.

  My palms rested on his bare chest for support. My hair fell down around his crotch area. I could feel his hands exploring the skin around my ass before moving them around and up me, cupping my swollen nipples.

  My body was on fire, so was his. His stiff cock throbbed around my pussy, pushed up against my pelvic area. My pussy was dripping wet. The heat around it was unbearable.

  Elijah pulled my arms up. In one swift move, my whole upper body rose to meet his. His hot breath on my breasts was astounding. He opened his mouth, leaning down to feast on my swollen nipples. He took the first one, then the other, his tongue ravishing as I moved my hands, pulling his head tight against my mounds in pleasure. I was moaning loudly. He was setting my whole body on fire. My breasts must’ve had an enticing taste on his taste buds as he didn’t seem to want to let go. Instead, he clung to them like his whole life depended on it.

  I could feel the juices oozing from my pussy, so could he. He raised his head from my breasts, kissed my lips before swiftly flipping me over so that he was on top of me once again. I was going crazy with exciting, thrusting lust.

  His lips parted mine. While I didn’t seem to know exactly what to do, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth once again. He must’ve felt my stiff body begin to relax more and more with each passing second. Our tongues danced together for a short while before he moved his lips to my chin, down towards my neck.

  Elijah kissed and licked my neck, sliding his hand down the side of my body. When he reached my belly, I moaned loudly, parting my legs, each to either side of me, granting him full access to my already wet pussy.

  His hand moved towards my crotch region. The tip of his finger reached down, touched the soft, warm skin around my pussy. He stole a glance at me. I don’t know what his eyes saw; apprehension maybe, maybe fear, or shyness, but what I knew for sure was that I wanted more. He must’ve ignored my facial expressions and followed what my body communicated.

  Reaching forward with his finger again, he touched my entrance. I felt my eyes widen; my lips parted as his eyes were firmly fixed on mine. He felt my love button, slid his fingertips between the inner lips of my pussy, getting a feeling of how hot and wet I was down there.

  “Oh my God, Elijah.” The words seemed to have escaped my mouth without my consent.

  He kissed my belly button with his left hand on my nape. He reached down using his right hand until he could touch my warm, soaking wet pussy. I could feel his wrist brush against my mound while he rubbed my clit with his fingers.

  “Oh, God…” I moaned silently, thrusting my pelvis upwards in a futile attempt to break free from the intense feeling. Only to unconsciously tilt it downwards again, meeting his hungry fingers. My whole body was on fire, burning with desires I had never experienced or thought existed before. He knew what he was doing. I seemed to match his every move with what he expected of me, my body. Elijah was in control of my burning body. Damn!

  “I’m going to tie your hands, Gina,” he said in finality as he took hold of the ropes that supported the canvas.

  Elijah firmly tied my wrists together, fastened the knots around them tightly before bundling both wrists. The mere fact that he was doing all this was a turn-on for me. I loved every bit of his commanding nature, his manly confidence. All this while I was biting my lower lip so hard and staring into his purposeful eyes.

  Hands behind my head, my hardened nipples were pushing up to the sky, begging for his soft lips to nuzzle on them. I laid naked on top of the canvas, hands tied together, helpless, at his mercy.

  Elijah kissed me urgently, clutching my thighs in his hands, pressing into me with his hard, steely body. I could feel his manhood pressing against my stomach as he breathed heavily on my neck. Every bit of this man was hard and strong. I felt overly safe in his grip.

  I was carried away, groaning with desire, when he suddenly buried his face into my womanhood, taking my lower lips in his mouth. Everything around me felt numb. He thrust forward, covering his tongue with my swollen lower lips. He stroked his tongue up and down my slit, pausing only to look at my face to see if I liked what he was doing to me.

  Holly shit! I was on cloud nine. I had never experienced such a sensation in my life before. I grew wetter with each passing moment. Were it not for the ropes holding my hands captive, I would have grabbed and hugged him tightly. Maybe that’s what h
e anticipated. That’s why he got rid of my hands. Damn!

  I couldn’t tell how long Elijah spent licking my pussy. His tongue wandered inside of me as his hands pushed open my legs. I moaned in pleasure, but I did not want it to stop. All I remember is pleading with him to fuck me in a voice that I did not recognize as my own.

  Chapter Eight - Gina

  Panting, she raised her face and met my gaze. Gina then shut her eyes in pleasure, moaning as my tongue toyed with her swollen clit. Her juices dripped all around my lips. I could tell her body was on fire.

  She stretched her left arm up, her graceful left arm, lacing her fingers against my head, encouraging me to explore her deeper. I stole a quick glance at her beautiful face. She looked back at me with those big blue eyes. I saw a combination of nervousness and arousal.

  Man, oh man, I was already so hooked on her. I took a big breath in between her legs. A series of images from the moment I saw Gina played in my mind. I let the images sink in. I replayed the beautiful details of her petite body, a body she had shared with nobody else but me, her luscious sexy body. I marveled at the way her long hair fell tenderly on her back, covering a large part of her shoulders, cascaded down her sides. It only stopped because her marvelous heart-shaped butt stood on the way. She didn’t have such a big butt, just enough to immaculately fit her wide hips. Her toned legs converged at that special place where my head was buried in. The images were enticingly arousing, playing vividly, freely in my mind. Her aura enveloped my heart. I felt something I had never thought possible before. I was falling in love with Gina Blake.

  I could feel her pussy walls contracting against my tongue. I knew she was about to climax. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, licking, gulping all the juices that oozed from her. I voraciously ate her pussy, grabbing her butt tightly in my hands, using my strength to pull her to me. She welcomed the pull and unconsciously began rising her waist, pushing against my mouth. Gina was panting, moaning loudly, gradually picking up the pace of her waist rising, pushing against my mouth.

  I reached forward with my right hand, firmly cupped her left breast while still savoring her innocent juices. She let out a loud moan, widened her eyes in pleasure. Her lips parted before her whole body started shaking. I tightened my grip on her, hastened the pace of my tongue on her clit. Her breathing became heavier. Her waist remained raised upwards, pushing against my mouth as a stream of hot juices met my hungry lips.

  Her body begun relaxing. I loosened my grip on her, moved across her body, supporting my weight against the canvas. Kissing her tender lips, I tucked away hair that had found its way on her face.

  She warmly welcomed my kiss, panting, but then for a second, I realized something felt out of sync. This kiss felt different. She kissed me tenderly, perhaps more tenderly than I was. I eased my pace; it was then that I felt Gina melting underneath my body. I was caught unaware. Somehow, her tenderness got me by surprise. It was clear that she was as aroused as I was, but the kiss we shared was completely different.

  I hadn’t felt the way I felt as our lips locked for probably the millionth time today. I actually had felt that sensation before, just not so intensely with Gina. I got carried away by the feeling, letting myself get taken by the emotion.

  I embraced it and Gina. Her whole body relaxed in my embrace; the shaking stopped. It was clear as day that all this wasn’t just about the money, the sex, or even about Gina trying things she hadn’t tried before, or the pleasures we granted each other in this secluded warehouse. None of that. Gina loved me for real. I could feel it in my bones.

  Suddenly, an alarm blared in my brain. It came to my realization that I was a dick for not anticipating all this. I hoped she hadn’t noticed I was a jerk. As we kissed, I slowly pulled my weight along with hers. We sat naked on the canvas. I broke our kiss, hugging her tight. The thought of Gina giving me all she had willingly was so arousing. I felt a connection so strong as her body locked in mine. I was in love with her too.

  She broke our tight embrace, slowly eased herself onto the canvas pulling me along so that my body lay on top of her, keeping our mouths locked, savoring each other’s taste.

  “Make love to me, Elijah,” she uttered in between passionate kisses.

  Gina instantaneously spread her legs, exposing her innocent pussy, folding her legs to her sides. She lay there before my eyes, exposed, vulnerable, yet so beautiful, inviting.

  I lowered my body down, my cock lining up with her entrance. I could tell her pussy was heavily covered in her juices when my cock made contact with her entrance. She was panting inside my mouth with desire. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist, inviting me to take a bite out of her apple. I couldn’t resist the urge. I was in a propped-up position, supporting my weight on my elbows. My hands lay on the canvas on either side of her face. I locked my eyes on hers, noticed her eyebrows flicker before I started moving, pushing my cock inside of her.

  “Oh, God!”

  Gina shut her eyes tightly. Her left-hand moving towards her mouth, attempting to suppress a groan, but failing the moment I used my might to push inside of her. I slowly attempted to plunge inside of her, failing at my second attempt partly because of Gina’s hymen but mainly because of the pain written all over her face. The thought of hurting her was unbearable to me. Still, her legs remained wrapped around my waist, encouraging me to push, penetrate her entrance.

  “Please don’t stop, Elijah, don’t stop,” she pleaded with me in a soft, enticing voice.

  Her body stiffened under my weight. Once again, her lips parted as I eased myself into her pussy, taking away her virginity in the process. She let out a loud moan, more of a cry in despair, and bit her lower lip. Gina winced. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. It was then that I realized streams of tears were running down her cheeks. My heart skipped a beat, sunk in my stomach. I stopped pushing instantly.

  “Oh, baby, does it hurt? I’m sorry, Gina, I didn’t intend to make you cry,” I pleaded with her, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, my cock half immersed inside her pussy.

  Sniffling, she took her hand off her mouth, gently put both of her hands on either side of my face, then attempted to force a smile.

  “Hey, these tears aren’t because it hurts. I wouldn’t care if it hurt, Elijah. These are tears of joy, baby. I’m crying because all of this is so overwhelming. Forgive me, baby, I can’t hold it back. I don’t know any other way of expressing how I feel. I’m sorry, Elijah.”

  “Shhh! You don’t need to apologize, Gina. All I want is certainty, assurance that you are okay. Don’t hesitate to ask me to stop if the pain is unbearable,” I told her, my eyes still locked on hers, worried and uncertain. It was then that I noticed a change in her eyes in the way she stared at me.

  “I’m fine, Elijah, I promise. Please don’t hold back on me. Make love to me. If the pain is too much for me, I’ll let you know. I promise,” the words slid out of her mouth with so much ease as if she’d read my mind. She tenderly kissed my lips.

  I quickly glanced into her eyes, assuring myself that she would ask me to stop if she felt unease. “Don’t feel the urge to try so hard, baby,” I uttered as kindly and gentle as I could.

  “I love everything you’re doing to me. I love the look on your face, Elijah. How you can’t wait to ram inside of me. How you seem to struggle to hold it. Fuck me, Elijah, make love to my body,” she teased me in a whispery tone, arching her back, using her legs to push my cock inside of her. “Don’t you want to feel your cock inside of me? I would do anything for you, baby,” she tempted me even more, her words echoing inside my brain.

  I slowly began pushing my cock inside her tight pussy, gradually gathering speed, careful to watch how her body reacted.

  “Mhhhum,” her voice was muffled, eager for more.

  I thrust deeper into her pussy. Stole a quick glance at my inserted cock. The mixture of her vaginal juices and precum met my eyes. For a moment, my body quivered. I thought to mysel
f she must be in pain, but then she seemed to want more and more of my cock.

  Gina groaned loudly. I could feel her pussy tightly squeezing my cock. I thrust a little deeper, pulled my cock out, intending to repeat the whole process. I felt her fingers digging into my bare back. She arched her back, granting me enough room to thrust inside her pussy with more ease. Within a second, I was back at it, thrusting in and out of her, filling her pussy wholly. The tip of my member banging hard against the cervix of her no longer innocent pussy.

  She started stiffening, her beautiful blue eyes rolling back in their sockets. Gina, my pretty little thing, was completely on fire, moaning, panting, not caring about a thing in the whole world.

  I could feel her orgasm. Nothing was as beautiful as seeing her being herself, so consumed by the fire burning inside of her. She shuddered over and over, twitching her body around mine. The tip of my fully erect cock now hit the deepest part of her pussy somehow more amicably. Maybe due to how hard her pussy contracted, maybe because she was aroused and more relaxed.

  I felt my body twitch. I knew I was ready to unload my seed. Gina tightly gripped my arm, but I was so carried away I wouldn’t stop, promising myself to stop only if I noticed that’s what she wanted, that wasn’t it. I went on and on, thrusting inside of her until I couldn’t anymore.

  Pulling out of her pussy, I used my left hand, stroking myself to pleasure, cumming all over her belly.

  “Oh my God, Elijah! That was the best sex I could ever have hoped for,” Gina said, looking into my eyes as I fell on my back beside her. A broad smile was mapped all over her face. The joy in her eyes was quite a scene. I felt numb, struggling to catch my breath, not finding the right words to speak.

  “I must confess, I don’t know what to do now that I’m no longer a virgin. I can’t believe I’m no longer a virgin,” she giggled to herself in triumph.

  “There’s still so much to try, baby,” I interrupted her in laughter, planting a kiss on her lips. “Do you fancy taking this party elsewhere?” I asked amidst our kiss. She shook her head in agreement, biting her lower lip.